Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 28 Entrance Examination

"Fang Ling, right?"

The male teacher looked at Fang Ling, who had followed him, and immediately noticed the prosthetic leg on his left leg.

Even a limp can kill someone of a higher level?

He harbored doubts, but did not express them.

"It's me," Fang Ling quickly replied.

"My name is Lin Tianyang, and I'm a teacher at the academy. You can call me Teacher Tianyang," the male teacher introduced himself.

"Teacher Tianyang," Fang Ling immediately changed her form of address.

Lin Tianyang nodded slightly and pointed to the information on the pale gold certificate:

"When you were level six, you actually killed a Fallen Soul Master who was much stronger than you? Now you're nine years old, what level are you?"

Faced with his questioning, Fang Ling produced the Spirit Hall badge as proof, and replied neither humbly nor arrogantly:

"I killed him. He was already level twelve."

Lin Tianyang warned, "If you dare to deceive us, the consequences will be severe."

Fang Ling was not intimidated; instead, she revealed a fervent desire for battle:

"I dare not hide it from you, teacher. My martial spirit is a scythe, and I love fighting."

"So even though I received a recommendation letter that would allow me to enroll directly in the Fasno Province, I chose to cross the Barak Kingdom and come here from Notting Academy in the Fasno Province to take the entrance exam."

"I want the best combat training!"

Rapid leveling up is too conspicuous and can easily lead to being labeled a Fallen Soul Master.

Therefore, the character design needs to be established early on, using battles and death to force out the potential within the body.

That makes sense.

Lin Tianyang lightly punched Fang Ling in the chest and praised, "Good lad, you have a good eye."

"Come on, let's test our soul power."

After a short wait, the yellow crystal ball in Fang Ling's hand emitted a faint, hazy glow.

Not particularly outstanding, but it is indeed level twelve.

If one item matches, then there's a high probability that the others aren't lying either.

Lin Tianyang was very satisfied. He accepted the letter of recommendation and returned the pale gold Spirit Hall certificate to Fang Ling.

He then beckoned to a student standing next to him:

"Hey you, take Fang Ling in to take the entrance exam."

"Yes, teacher."

"Remember to have him give the certificate to Director Ou for review. If it's acceptable, let him take the assessment first."

"Yes, teacher."

When they saw Fang Ling walk from the back of the line to the front and enter the academy even earlier than them, a commotion broke out outside.

If they can do it so easily, what are those of us queuing up compared to them!

Some students were outraged, angrily pointing at Fang Ling's retreating figure: "Teacher, why is he allowed to cut in line?"

"Exactly! Who is he, some nobleman or royalty? What gives him the right to cut in line?"

"We refuse to accept this!"

……

A flicker of anger crossed Lin Tianyang's handsome face as he suppressed the urge to strike.

"Get lost if you're not happy!"

"Others can kill powerful, one-ring Fallen Soul Masters of the same level with the strength of a sixth-level Soul Master, and they even have proof from the Spirit Hall. Can you do that? Huh!"

"Everyone who can do it, step forward! You can cut in line and go straight in!"

No one dared to reply; their eyes were filled with shock.

Those who can enroll at the Battle King Intermediate Soul Master Academy are all one-ring Soul Masters, and they all know the huge boost that Soul Rings provide to combat.

Not to mention that the person from earlier was a cripple.

A level 6 Soul Master kills a level 1 Soul Master?

He was still a powerful fallen soul master.

This is simply unimaginable!

Fang Ling was unaware of the little incident at the college gate.

The students who were leading the way arrived at a fighting arena.

A short, wiry old man with gray hair was in charge of the assessment.

They really went all out, making Fang Ling grimace in disgust.

The trainees waited for one person to finish the assessment, then immediately rushed up with Fang Ling.

"Director Ou, there's a little genius here who has proof from the Spirit Hall. Teacher Tianyang asked me to bring it to you to see."

Fang Ling respectfully handed over the proof at the opportune moment.

Director Ou, with his graying hair, took it without much concern and glanced at it casually.

Then, drawn in by the pale gold texture of the book, he read it carefully, and then glanced at Fang Ling in disbelief.

The severed leg was particularly noticeable. "When did the leg break?" he asked.

"Before awakening my martial spirit, I was a beggar," Fang Ling replied.

Director Ou nodded slightly and inquired in detail:

"How did you manage to defeat a first-ring Fallen Soul Master?"

"Utilizing the complex environment of the forest."

Fang Ling gave a simple answer, and then explained in more detail:

"That fallen soul master was about the same age as me, a half-level innate, but when we met again, he was a young man."

"I am small in size, quick in movement, love fighting, train every day, and will not be blocked by branches and vines."

"He chased me into the woods, where his movements were restricted. I realized he was inexperienced and not good at fighting, so I used tree branches to block his way and then attacked his lower body to kill him."

Director Ou's short white beard twitched as he repeatedly praised, "Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!"

"A great idea, truly courageous, and this is the first time I've ever heard a cripple claim to be agile."

"I'm really eager to see it for myself."

He pointed to the table next to the arena, behind which a student was taking notes.

"Come on, it's your turn for the entrance exam. Go register."

"In fact, logically speaking, you have a certificate issued by the Spirit Hall's Angel Legion Demon Hunting Camp, which proves your combat talent. We should accept you directly."

"But who told you to pique my curiosity?"

"Huh?" Fang Ling, who was registering nearby, looked up upon hearing this.

Director Ou said, "There are benefits to fighting me. The War King Academy can't avoid battles, and battles inevitably involve injuries."

"I can introduce you to a teacher. His wife is gentle and beautiful, and she's a healing-type Soul Master."

"A healing-type Soul Master!" Fang Ling's pupils constricted instantly.

He originally just wanted to showcase his talent, but he didn't expect to get this benefit.

Whether the master's wife is beautiful or not doesn't matter; the key is that she is gentle and a healing-type Soul Master.

Since she's gentle, she can't just block him like the healing-type Soul Masters at Notting Academy, can she?

"Shall we begin now?" Fang Ling asked eagerly.

Director Ou waved to him: "Attack me. I am the Soul King. Go ahead and attack with confidence."

Without hesitation, a flash of cold light appeared, and a sharp scythe immediately appeared in Fang Ling's hand.

A bright yellow, century-old soul ring rose from beneath his feet, pulsating lightly up and down.

Lighting up the Soul Rings and activating the Star Mole Transformation suddenly increases the speed of nerve reflexes by thirty percent.

Without waiting, Fang Ling charged straight at Director Ou.

The opponent is a Soul King; there's no way I, a mere Soul Master, could possibly harm him.

He will definitely give me room to perform.

Therefore, what is needed is to fully demonstrate one's combat skills and advantages.

This is Fang Ling's understanding.

And what are his advantages?

The combat skills are, of course, Scythe Technique Lv1 and Movement Technique Lv1, as well as the coordination between the two.

However, that's not the main advantage; the biggest advantage is, of course, the extremely fast nerve reflex speed.

As Fang Ling charged toward Director Ou with a knife in his right hand, he held the sickle horizontally.

From left to right, a horizontal slash was aimed at Director Ou's neck.

In an instant, the sickle made a whooshing sound.

The air itself seemed to be torn apart, the trajectory sharp and dangerous.

"Good lad, you exude a strong killing intent!"

Director Ou's eyelids twitched.

What kind of assessment involves directly aiming for a neck strike?

He reacted quickly, taking a step forward and instantly raising his hand to try and block Fang Ling's arm.

Unexpectedly, Fang Ling reacted even faster, letting him block his right arm.

He retracted his martial spirit, which then instantly reappeared in his left hand.

Using the force that Director Ou used to block, he swung his left hand diagonally upwards.

Director Ou's eyes widened: "Oh! Danger! Danger!"

(End of this chapter)